Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, blahblahblah, and all that crap.

IMPORTANT NOTE, PLEASE READ, DUH!!: Characters will seem kind of out of character. Please just bear with it. It's for the story to flow. Please, don't complain/whine/throw a tantrum/throw rotten tomatoes or cows at me just because of it. If you don't like the fact that they're not acting completely 100% as themselves, then don't read! Oh and this is taking place at normal era/world, whatever. It's taking place in Konoha High and, Sakura is a new student.

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Chapter One

Sakura.

I'll never get associated with a boy like that.

The first time I saw him was when he ran down the hallways, paint buckets in hands, laughing his head off. He had unruly blond hair, and the widest grin I've ever seen. Splatters of paints flew everywhere as people ducked to avoid being splattered and moved out of the boys way as he weaved through the people. Behind him where several guards shouting, and chasing after him. The boy glanced over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at them.

"Come on, slow pokes!" He cried, grinning. "You're so slow this is almost boring, bastards!"

That definitely got the guards working. They ran even faster and cursed and swore at the boy.

The boy was definitely enjoying this as he shouted, "That's more like it!"

He reached the end of the hallway, paused for half a second and threw the paint buckets behind him as he slammed himself against the door and flew out.

The paint buckets soared through the air and and a few landed splat on the guards' heads, as others clattered to the floor, making pools of paints causing the guards to slip and fall.

I watched with horror as I blinked rapidly, trying to recall what the hell just happened.

I glanced at the groaning guards and back at the door where the boy flew out.

I told myself I would never ever associate with him, or any person like that.

But I couldn't help but wonder...

who was that boy?

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Naruto.

"You should have been there! It was hilarious!" I chuckled as I swallowed a huge mouthful of coke. The coke's coldness soared through my body and it felt like heaven especially after a day's work of prank done.

"Lame," My best friend, Sasuke, said bluntly, not taking his eyes off the stupid book he was reading.

I scowled at him.

Sasuke, always thinking he was so much better than me just because he was supposedly good looking, smart, strong, cool.

I wrinkled my nose. I didn't see what was so cool about him except that he often acted like a emo bastard to me.

Maybe girls liked emo bastards.

"If you think that was so lame, how come I never see you pulling any dirty pranks, huh?" I challenged.

He flipped a page of his book.

"I don't waste my time doing stupid stuff like that, dobe," He replied.

"Yeah, of course you don't. You'd rather spend your time reading stupid shit," I scoffed.

For the first time, Sasuke's eyes left the pages of his book and he sent a death glare at me.

I shut up and pretended not to notice his glare as I took another sip of my coke.

There was a moment of silence, but it was alright. Silences between us were always comfortable and nice.

I closed my eyes and lied down as I felt the light breeze.

This felt good, this felt good.

Just sitting on the school rooftop with your best friend, drinking coke, feeling the breeze.

What else could be more relaxing than that?

I was enjoying the relaxation when I suddenly heard footsteps from the staircase leading to the school rooftop.

My eyes instantly fluttered open as I sat up and turned to see who was intruding our "not-so-secret-hideout."

Not many people came to the school rooftop.

Sasuke closed his book and turned around too.

The door that led to the rooftop opened as a figure slightly stepped out.

A girl.

Around my age.

With. . .pink hair?!

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Sakura.

My eyes widened as I recognized the crazy blond boy that ran through the hallways. Next to him, was a boy I didn't recognize.

A damn fine looking boy, that is!

"Um. . ." I said, blinking rapidly.

"Oi, this is our territory," The blond boy said, spitting on the ground.

A slight irritation rose up in me.

"Excuse me?" I scoffed. "This is the school rooftop. It's open for anyone on campus."

Here I was, talking with him when just an hour ago I had swore to myself that I'd never associate with him. Not with a boy like him, that is.

But. . .well, a small talk wouldn't hurt, would it?

"Well, right now it's not. Right now, it's being occupied by me and that emo bastard over there," The blond boy replied, indicating the guy next to him.

"Shut it, dobe," The other boy said coolly. He turned to me. "Sorry, that's Naruto. He doesn't know how to greet people like human beings."

The blond boy, Naruto, punched the one who just spoke on the arm as he mumbled, "shut up."

I tried to fight a smile.

There was a moment of silence.

"What are you doing up here anyways?" Naruto asked bitterly.

"I like relaxing on school rooftops," I replied, ignoring his rudeness.

"Well, you can come some other time when the roof top's not being occupied."

"There's plenty of room, idiot."

There was another moment of silence as Naruto and I glared at each other.

God, he's starting to get on my nerves, I thought, irritated.

"Ignore him," The boy next to Naruto said suddenly. His back was towards me, and he was reading a book. "He's always this rude, sometimes worse. This is his way of being polite, in fact."

"Bastard!" Naruto snapped.

"Dobe," The boy simply replied.

As they continued to dis each other, I walked across the rooftop, and sat as far away from them as I could.

I leaned over the rail of the rooftop and gazed at the view. It wasn't amazing, but it was a pretty view.

After a while, their bickering stopped.

"Oi, pinky!"

I turned slowly, annoyed by my new nickname.

"What's your name?"

I grinned, glad that he asked.

"Sakura. Sakura Haruno."